The Strange Delusions of a Middle-Aged Cow and Horse

Under the blood-stained dusk, the bard spoke dirty words and greeted the other party's genealogy cordially, but the other party vomited blood and died because he was "unbearable to be humiliated"; the shining paladin said "I am the most holy slay" and struck an elite monster with one sword; the druid rose into the air, turned into a huge owlbear, and suddenly fell into the enemy group, causing a panic, and the gluteus maximus rubbed repeatedly on the enemy's face... What about our master? Because most of the mages couldn't afford the casting materials, they threw small flames on the edge of the battlefield to cheer up. The remaining half of the mages were looking for casting materials and flipping through the magic books, shouting "Don't rush, don't rush, I'm about to find the fireball spell." , Several mages inside the stone who were preparing for a sneak attack said disdainfully, "Tsk, shame on the mages." The mages thousands of miles away looked at the battle situation in the mirror and smiled evilly, "I still have to practice," and then threw the prepared meteor explosion into the battlefield... What? What about classes like warriors and rogues, you ask? Lining babies and sneaky people are not worth mentioning. "Dear Consul, are you satisfied with what I have written? If you are satisfied, put down your sword first. We have something to say." The consul behind took back the sword on the author's neck, turned around and ordered: "Go and throw the wanderers who stole the countess's clothes yesterday and the soldiers who fought in groups to the front line, and throw away the most dangerous part!!!" In "Hymn of Courage", each player will write his own epic world. Whether they stand on a bright battlefield or in a dark corner, they have their glory and sorrow. There is no heroine. I mainly write about the plot in the game. Unless it is transitional and necessary, I will not write about the real plot.